"Tangli Deed"
The cracking of ice and silk has been painful for three years, and the jade has faded overnight in Kunshan.
The shadows of plum blossoms look back at the new moon, and the snow in Tangxue begins to wash away the traces of old moss.
The cold fragrance quenches the bones and finally condenses the soul, and the gray calamity melts the heart and begins to turn into dust.
Don't be surprised that Dongjun prefers to be late, and he is the deepest in Fushu and has never met anyone.
Good writing, keep it up